Isaac X Scott 소설 & 이야기

He won't want to mention names to avoid being kicked out of the table. Instead, he stretched his arms out to the vain man in front of him, still searching for what his sister saw in him anyway, and with a satisfied smirk watch the awe in his eyes at the gesture. "I'm the Xavier Salvador. Nice to meet you," Brian met his shake enthusiastically while Melissa watched the exchange with a sardonic smile.

I sighed into my hands as more documents rustled with the wind. Isaak was born and raised in Nubira, a powerful country in Aquellia. Isaak had trained as a swordsman since he had been a child. After he had finished his national knight exams, he had graduated as the strongest swordsman in Nubira. Isaak had then wandered the continent in search of a 'challenge'. In his search, he had met the Prince of Envia, Kassian, by chance.

After what happened the night of the gala, when I got protective over Lexia, and admittedly, a little pushy, Noah and I's relationship has been on the edge. "You two have to be. Maybe give the Alpha of Desire a call. He might-" "Don't be stupid," I admonish. There is no way he would ever accept an offer to help. He's probably distracted with...Work. Jasper taps his chin as he thinks. "Alpha of Passion will help." Isaiah is having issues at his own Pack, but I'm sure the Alpha will be willing to help. But just as I begin to feel better about the situation, I catch Jasper's gaze, and I know exactly who he is thinking. We may be on good terms now, but I would rather not have him hanging around

I whispered. “Speaking of Isaac where is he? He is never late, especially for something this important,” Damon mumbled, “Come on Damon, Isaac is a self-centered lunatic, who thinks about no one but himself,” Stefan sneered. “What is it?” I sipped from my mug, glaring at the brothers, “What is what?” “About Isaac, you two don't trust him do you?” I asked, “It's not that— but... He went to war with our father, and he was the only survivor, swears he doesn't remember anything, said he woke up in the middle of nowhere,” Stefan explained,

The mix of anger and a broken heart had made it seem like her only choice, but… Was she really about to do something like that? However, before she could even reflect on that question, the door opened and, suddenly, Isaac was there, making her swallow hard. He was wearing just sweatpants and a towel around his shoulder. His dark blond hair was still damp and, to her surprise, his chest was not just covered in muscles and tattoos, but also scars, some so deep that not even the ink could hide. It was probably the result of the accident he got into after driving drunk when they were teenagers, but still…

Chapter Two Isaac The sun was rising slowly. The sky still looked sleepy. My bag lay on the ground, ready to go. Then Aunt Eleanor spoke behind me. “You’re a fool, Isaac. A blind fool.” She was angry. But mostly she was scared. I could hear it. “I know,” I said. I didn’t turn around. I just kept looking at the road. Then I heard Lydia crying. I turned. She was on the porch, shaking, eyes red.

Xavier. The sound of my intercom buzzing drags me from my thoughts. I sigh, setting my pencil down and pressing the speaker button. “What is it, Carla?” “Sir, Miss Isabella is here to see you.” I close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose before running my hands through my hair. Of course she is. “Send her in.” I hang up before she can respond, already making quick work of clearing my desk. My sketchbook is the first thing I grab, shutting it before my fingers can linger on the unfinished designs or rather, unfinished sketches of Audrey.